Ocean of Silence - Unprocessed

I do not ask for waves

They appear on their own and leave me

They possibly feel

As lonesome as I do

And would not show it

Constant noise is more silence than sound

Over distant lapping, that clots deep underneath us

My

Eyes are like the sky —

A bit white in lots of blue

Motionless

Of so much impression

Somewhere by the shadows of endlessness

And my ears become deaf

And water trickles gently

Into the desert sand

And I still cannot see

Why my ears keep deaf